I feel and I felt
Misunderstood.
Cheated.
Hurt, that painful twisting in the heart....
Betrayed, but that can only be second to that sense of premature loss and eventual recognition.
And then,
you came with an umbrella;
Sheltering when the shit hits the fan.
The umbrella is blue, your favourite shade, and you hold me close as the crap pelts at me, more fervently at times and yet, unceasing.
Your mere presence overwhelms me, so that I have this urge to just lean on you for support.
Pray, that the pressure will never be too great for the umbrella to hold, and that its bearer will never be weary of the giving.
Pray that someday soon, the shite will stop and thrusting my upturned face to the sky, where once I see grey, I will see the blue.
Cheated.
Hurt, that painful twisting in the heart....
Betrayed, but that can only be second to that sense of premature loss and eventual recognition.
And then,
you came with an umbrella;
Sheltering when the shit hits the fan.
The umbrella is blue, your favourite shade, and you hold me close as the crap pelts at me, more fervently at times and yet, unceasing.
Your mere presence overwhelms me, so that I have this urge to just lean on you for support.
Pray, that the pressure will never be too great for the umbrella to hold, and that its bearer will never be weary of the giving.
Pray that someday soon, the shite will stop and thrusting my upturned face to the sky, where once I see grey, I will see the blue.